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I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough' wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.

William Butler Yeats

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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
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